In the country of  Mexico, back in 2014, My parents got me a dog for my birthday. The name of the dog was “Spicy”.  Even though he represented my culture, we gave him an English name.  His breed was a Brown Dobermann pinscher, and we got him when he was a puppy so he was raised by my family. Unlike my family members, me and spicy had more connection. If  I had to describe Spicy,  I would say he was brave, scary, and protective. The reason I say this is because when my parents went out to work or went out, Spicy would stay with me and my siblings and he would stay by the door all time wether it was midnight or morning. There was this one time when me and my family were proud of him. The reason was that he was in the house and my family and I were outside. The neighbor's kids hit me with a ball and in that instance, Spicy went running outside and attempted to bite one of the kid’s butt. The kids jumped over the church fence because they got scared of how big and scary Spicy was. He actually had the kindest soul. Unfortunately, in October of 2016 my siblings and I  had to come back to the US, so we had to give him away. Sadly, he passed away soon after that. 

– Erika

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